What else have
you lied about?
You don’t like my soups
or bread?
Well, I don’t either.
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Author: annieepoetry
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI View all posts by annieepoetry
Annieepoetry 
This is amazing. The little lies may hide much greater, more disturbing dislikes (or likes). Even in love, how much do we share? When is it better to hold back and not invoke the fury of your lover?
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